Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Armenia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Grey Daturas to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by CMW. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Erykah Badu,
The Smoke,
New Order,
Gang of Four,
Janne Schatter,
Bootsy Collins,
PIL,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Womack,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ronnie Foster,
Wasted Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
A Certain Ratio,
The Beau Brummels,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boredoms,
Agitation Free,
Gang Starr,
The Skatalites,
Outsiders,
Depeche Mode,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Interpol,
Barry Ungar,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joe Smooth,
The Wake,
James Chance & The Contortions,
June of 44,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roy Ayers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Basic Channel,
Main Source,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brick,
The Residents,
Reagan Youth,
Steve Hackett,
Harry Pussy,
Don Cherry,
Leonard Cohen,
Symarip,
Fear,
Freddie Wadling,
Thompson Twins,
Shuggie Otis,
Lungfish,
The Gories,
The Dead C,
Rapeman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Maleditus Sound,
Sight & Sound,
The Smiths,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Max Romeo,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.